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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.