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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.