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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.