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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.