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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.