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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.