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 Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Fear,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.