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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu 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?
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.