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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.