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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Victims,
JFA,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.