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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.