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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Motions to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Television,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.