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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.