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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.