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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.