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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.