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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Martian to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Pagans,
The Sound,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.