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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.