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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Slackers,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.