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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.