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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.