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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.