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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Shoche,
New Order,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.