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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs 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 punk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.