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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.