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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.