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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.