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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.