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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Swans,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.