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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.