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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
The Index,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.