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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Cymande,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.