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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.