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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
cv313,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.