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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.