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 Israel and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Martian,
AZ,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.