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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.