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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.