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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.