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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.