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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.