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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.