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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.