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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.