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 Uruguay 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
AZ,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.