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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Oblivians,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.