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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.