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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.