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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.