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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.