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 Libya 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.