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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
The Martian,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.