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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.