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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
John Cale,
MDC,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.