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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Organ,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.