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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.