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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.