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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.