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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.