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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.