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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
UT,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.