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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.