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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.