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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.