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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.