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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.