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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Inner City,
Brick,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.