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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.