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 Japan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Move,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.