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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Victims to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.