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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.