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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.