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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
X-102,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.