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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.