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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.