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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.