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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.