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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
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.