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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.