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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.