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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.