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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.