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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.