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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Q65,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.