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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.