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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.