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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.