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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.