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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.