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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.