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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.