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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.