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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.