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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.