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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Slave,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.