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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.