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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.