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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.