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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.