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 Syria 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.