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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
The Busters,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Television,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.