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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.