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 Chile and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Monks,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.