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 Finland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Magma,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.