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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.