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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.