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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
the Swans,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.