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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.