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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bob Dylan 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.