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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.