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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.