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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.