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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.