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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.