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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.