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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.