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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
AZ,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Shoche,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.