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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.