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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.