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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.