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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.