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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Smog,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.