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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.