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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.