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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.