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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.