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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toasters to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Visage,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.