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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Association to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.