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 East Timor and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.