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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.