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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.