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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.