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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Television,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.