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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 ABC 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.