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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.