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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.