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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.