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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Can,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.