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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Germs to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.