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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.