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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.