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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.