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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.