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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Technova,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.