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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 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 R.M.O. 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.