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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.