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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.