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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.