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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 the Normal 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.