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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Deakin,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.