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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.