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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.