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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
JFA,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.