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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.