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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
The Move,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.