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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.