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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.