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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Scion,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.