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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.