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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.