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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.