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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.