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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.