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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.