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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.