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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.