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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Faust,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.