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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.