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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.