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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.