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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.