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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.