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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Fear,
Ronan,
Japan,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.