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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
MDC,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.