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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.