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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.