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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.