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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.