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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.