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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.