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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 organ 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.