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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.