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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.