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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Japan,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.