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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.