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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.