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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.