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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.