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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.