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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Cameo,
AZ,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.