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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.