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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.