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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Franke,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.