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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.