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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.