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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.