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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.