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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.