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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.