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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.