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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.