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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.