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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.