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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.