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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.