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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Pole,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.