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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.