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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.