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 Bahamas and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.