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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.