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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 guitar 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.