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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.