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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.