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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.