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 Nauru 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.