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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.