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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.