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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.