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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.