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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.