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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.