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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.