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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.