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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Whodini,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.