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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.