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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.