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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.