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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.