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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.