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 Korea South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.