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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.