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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.