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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.