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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Mars,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Josef K,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.