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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Qualms,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.