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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.