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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.