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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
New Order,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.