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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.