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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Can,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.