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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.