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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.