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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.