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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Mars,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.