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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.