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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.