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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.