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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.