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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.