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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Smiths to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.