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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.