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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.