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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.