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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.