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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
June Days,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.