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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five 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?
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.