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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
The Residents,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.