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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.