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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.