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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.