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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Ituana,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.