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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.