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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.