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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.