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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.