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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.