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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.