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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.