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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.