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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.