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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Darondo,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.