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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Monks,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Shoche,
UT,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.