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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.