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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Move,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.