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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.