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 Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.