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 Burundi and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.