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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.