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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.