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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.