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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.