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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.