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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.