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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.