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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 marimba 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.