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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.