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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy 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?
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.