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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.