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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.