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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.