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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 mellotron 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.