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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.