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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.