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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.