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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Motorama,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.