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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.