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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Wire,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.