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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.