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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.