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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.