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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Swans,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.