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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.