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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Television,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.