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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.