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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.