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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.