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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
DNA,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.