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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.