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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.