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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.