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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.