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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.