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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.