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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.