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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.