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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Qualms,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.