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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.