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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Magma,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.