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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Faust,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.