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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.