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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.