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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.