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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.