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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.