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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.