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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.