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 Romania 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.