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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.