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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.