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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.