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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.