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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.