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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.