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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.