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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.