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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.