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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.