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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.