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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.