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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.