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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.