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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.