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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.