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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.