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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Move,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
June Days,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.