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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.