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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.