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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.