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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.