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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.