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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.