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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.