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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.