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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gichy Dan 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.