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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.