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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.