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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.