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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Urselle,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.