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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.