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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Nas,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Gong,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.