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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.