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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.