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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.