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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.