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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.