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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.