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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.