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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.