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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.