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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.