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 Luxembourg 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.