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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 oboe 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 Brick to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.