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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.