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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.