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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.