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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.