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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.