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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
MC5,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.