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 Sudan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The Gories,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.