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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.