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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Faust,
JFA,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.