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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.