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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.