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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.