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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.