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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.