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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.