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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.