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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.