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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.