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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.