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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Index,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.