Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.