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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.