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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.