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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.