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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.