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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.