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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.