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 Poland 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.