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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.