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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Hashim 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.