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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Smog,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.