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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.