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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.