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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.