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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.