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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Standells to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Move,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.