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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.