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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
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Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.