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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.