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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.