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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.