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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.