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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.