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 Tonga and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Index,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.