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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Fear,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Q65,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.