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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.