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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.