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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.