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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.