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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the punk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.