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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.