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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.