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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.