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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.