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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.