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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.