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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.