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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.