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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.