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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.