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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.