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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.