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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.