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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.