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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.