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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.