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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.