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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
cv313,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.