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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.