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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.