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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Swans,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.