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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.