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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.