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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.