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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.