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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.