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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.