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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.