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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.