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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.