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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Japan,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.