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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Wire,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.