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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.