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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
The Move,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.