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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
The Doors,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.