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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.