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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.