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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Make Up 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.