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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.