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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Inner City,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.