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 Germany and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.