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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Slits,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.