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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.