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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.