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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.