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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.