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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
UT,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.