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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.