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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
JFA,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.