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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.