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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Magma to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.