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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.