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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.