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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
ABC,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.