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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.