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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
AZ,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.