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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.