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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.