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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Can,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.