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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Easy Going 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.