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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Unwound,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.