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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.