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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.