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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.