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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.