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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.