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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.