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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.