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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.