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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.