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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Litter to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Faust,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.