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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.