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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.