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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.