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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Echospace,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.