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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.