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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.