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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.