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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.