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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Brick,
Main Source,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.