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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.