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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
cv313,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.