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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.