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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.