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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
PIL,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.