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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.