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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.