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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.