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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sandy B 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.