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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.